The past week has been so chaotic, and not of my choosing. I just write. I write what I feel. I did that 10 days ago, and saw the storm ensue. Yet, the seeds of the storm were not mine, I only wrote the effect on me, I only put down in words, that the seeds were planted by another, and then began to strangle me.

So I threw them off, and they apparently strangled the gardener.

I built a fence. A strong fence. I don’t want that gardener back in there. I want beautiful flowers planted, life-sustaining fruits. Looking for a replacement gardener.

I’m not sure if he saved himself or not.

Planting seeds of chaos will never grow into something beautiful. And I saw him plant those seeds in my garden, and someone else’s too, spreading his dark chaos. I don’t know if the other garden managed to break free or not, but I hope so. I hope the other garden is not full of chokeweeds and poison wood. I hope there is a fence that will keep the dark gardener out of that one too.

It’s hard. He comes disguised. It’s easy to get drawn in, and find all these weeds already growing by the time you realize the garden is full of things you don’t want, taking over and smothering all the beautiful things you had planted.

Beware of the gardener with beautiful eyes. It’s just an elaborate ruse, to use your ground, your soil, to grow his selfish weeds.

I’m just beginning to breathe again, after the ensuing battle to rid my garden of things I don’t want. It was hard work, and I’m tired. But making my way back.

I remembered, at some point, that the garden was mine, and I could choose to grow only the things that bring me happiness. So that is my quest now, just to fill it up with joy.

Love and light.

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